Your poetry is gorgeous
your heart isn’t purple but it’s certainly not yet black perhaps it’s shades of blue for a love that’s not coming back
life stresses mean it’s certainly not mellow and your courage keeps it from turning ribbon yellow
your heart’s certainly not it’s natural rose red but whatever hue it beats shows your heart isn’t yet dead
Baby birds 😍🐣
This is Blizzard... fear his mighty roar
IG: kristinsundberg
Can’t wait to see my Hubbie live 😍😍
the thing about her, is that she was happy alone. everyone around her was looking for a connection and something to grasp onto, but she was happy being free. she was happy being unchained, happy with no pressure of connections and love. all the love she needed was within herself, and everybody else was just a distraction from everything she was trying to achieve. she understood herself more than anyone else understood her, and that was the most beautiful thing about her.
iambrillyant (via wnq-writers)
friend: *jokingly* “you just don’t like me.”
me: *doesnt say anything b/c i’m working*
friend: “oh my god.”
me: crap. i probably should’ve laughed.
me: *half-hearted laugh*